[Bingo: Xiao’s tongue is very nearly as black as the destruction wrought by her dragon form.

Some moments pass, the last flickers of all the fires set by their battle die down as well, and the incongruously beautiful peace of the islands reasserts itself. There's the slow, familiar tread of a small pack of kittybots rolling up, chattering amongst themselves as always.

They go for the body, as always, carefully starting to chivvy the fighters away from it before they hoist it up and away. It looks like time is up, and the cleanup crew will be busying itself from here on out.]